Sometimes it’s hard to know when things have gone too far and it’s time to stop. I’ve always loved to pull pranks, so when my roommate Vicki told me she wanted to get back at our other roommate Sandy for something she did, I wanted to help. Vicki wasn’t genuinely mad at Sandy, but it was a good excuse for us to play a prank.
Late one night, after Sandy was asleep, we wrapped her toothbrush, cell phone, cereal, milk, and car in plastic wrap. The next morning, I watched out my bedroom window as Sandy angrily pulled the plastic off her car in the cold November rain and roared off in her little yellow Jeep.
She didn’t say anything else about it that day. In fact, for a whole week, she didn’t say a word. Vicki and I were confused. Sandy is not very good at hiding her emotions, so we thought she would go crazy on us. However, nothing happened.
About a week later, I was in class when my phone rang. It was on vibrate, and I saw it was Vicki. I texted her back and said, “I’m in class. What’s up?”
“OUR BEDS ARE ON THE ROOF!” she replied.
“What?” I asked.
In response, she sent me a picture taken from our backyard. Sure enough, both of our beds were on top of our roof, complete with blankets, pillows, and teddy bears. I laughed out loud in the middle of class.
Both of us had class and work for the rest of the day, and we got home around 9:00 that night. Our landlord and some other guys got a ladder and helped us get our beds down. My bed was too big to fit back through my bedroom door, so we had to take it apart to get it through. It took several hours. Sandy told us later that she had had three big men from our church and another one of her friends help her earlier.
Vicki and I were now really mad at Sandy. Getting our beds down was extremely inconvenient, even if it was pretty funny at first. We started making plans to get back at her.
After a couple days of scheming, Vicki and I decided to drive Sandy’s car to a camp Sandy and I had attended in high school, which was about 50 miles away. We woke up at 1:00 a.m. on a Thursday night and stole Sandy’s spare key out of her desk drawer. I drove Sandy’s car and Vicki followed me. We left Sandy’s car in front of her cabin at the camp and drove back.
Vicki and I both had class early the next morning, so we left before Sandy did. Sandy called me a few times while I was in class, but I ignored her, because I was pretty sure I knew what she was going to say.
When we got home, she was completely distraught. She hadn’t told us that she had an interview for a student teaching position she really wanted that morning, and her alarm had not gone off. She was already late when she went outside and found that her car was missing. Neither of us answered when she called us, and she could not find anyone else to give her a ride, so she missed her interview.
Vicki and I felt awful. We ended up calling the man who was going to interview Sandy and explaining what had happened, and he was very gracious and granted her another interview. It was extremely embarrassing, though, and to this day, our house has a no-pranking policy. We obviously don’t have the discretion to be able to know how far is too far. Like many people need to learn, we had to figure the hard way that sometimes it’s best not to overreact, and to just let things go before they get out of hand.